Chapter 12

The man's voice is low, some are indistinguishable dumb. "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Chi Huan is lazy. He seldom wears shoes at home because of his carpet. It's autumn now. It's a bit cold.

She was looked at by him - even though the eyes were not different from the usual At least, she didn't see the difference.

But when she stood there, there was a sense of panic that her hands didn't know how to put them.

She also bit her lips again, "you You, why haven't you left? "

Mo Shiqian has recovered from the changes just now. His eyes and eyebrows are deep and unsightly. Qingjun is indifferent. He said lightly, "I'm sorry for what happened just now."

Chihuan didn't want to talk about it again, but took it as an accident.

After all, she thought she knew the man's character, because the main responsibility was that she didn't close the door when she changed clothes.

But when he mentioned it, she couldn't help the anger. "Why don't you knock in my bedroom?"

Mo Shiqian looks at her blushing face again and calms down. "I'm going to knock on the door."

Entering someone's room Especially in the bedroom of the female employer, even if it is not closed, he has to ring twice to show his inquiry, which he has done in the past.

Just a moment ago, obviously there was no such opportunity.

Chi Huan looked at his handsome and clear face, turned to his own face, and said quickly, "what happened just now is just an accident. I will forget it, and you will forget it for me."

A few seconds later, the man spits out a very light word, "OK."

Chi Huan's tense nerves relaxed a little bit, but they were still very hot. He didn't dare to see him. He just closed his eyes and muttered, "OK, you go back first, I'm sleeping."

Mo Shiqian looks at her face with long hair. "Big lady, you have taken the cold medicine."

She twisted her eyebrows. "I'll eat it myself when you leave."

"You won't."

Chi Huan, "..."

She has never been in the habit of taking medicine consciously.

This man

"I hanged a little bit in the hospital during the day today. I don't need to take any more medicine. It's not good for my body if I take too many cold medicine. I'll be fine in two days."

The man with his deep, orderly voice light statement, "you have an exam tomorrow, in the case of a bad cold, scared, mentally fragile, had better take some cold medicine to sleep."

Chi Huan bit his lips heavily and said, "if you feel uncomfortable, you can take a make-up exam later. I often do this, but you don't know."

Mo Shiqian reminded her lightly, "your professors all know that you have spared nearly half a year for the wedding. If you have time, you can't find an excuse It's just that you're a suspended student. You can only do it again. "

Chi Huan, "..."

She often has to film and can't have classes at school. The school hinders her from being a big star, and even hinders her from having a mayor's father. Most of the time, she keeps one eye open and one eye closed.

But it's something that all the media know that she hasn't been making a film recently.

As soon as she saw his posture standing there, she knew that he would not give up until she drank the medicine with his own eyes. The man had been with her for several years, and she could feel his character more or less clearly.

Someone once told her that Mo Shiqian was not a bodyguard except for her and her father. No one knows that this man, even in front of her, is often not a bodyguard's posture!

Which bodyguard dare to force the employer to take medicine?

In the early stage, she was very resistant to the man sent by her father to monitor her and discipline her. Everything was against him, and she learned only after learning enough lessons. After a few years of running in, she was able to get along well with each other.

She curled her mouth, went to the tea table, took the cold medicine on it, poured herself a large glass of water and swallowed it.

As soon as the cup is put, "it's finished."

Mo modestly raised his chin, "dry your hair, too."

Chi Huan, "..."

He is still light and orderly, "will aggravate the cold."

Chi Huan stands still.

Mo Shiqian stood for a while, stepped out and handed her the hair dryer.

Chi Huan is still standing. He doesn't take it. He doesn't mean to take it.

After ten seconds, she sat down on the sofa with her head on the armrest of the sofa and said, "you have to blow it. Then you can blow it for me."

Mo Shiqian looks at the woman lying on her stomach. Suddenly, he thinks of the popular cold and proud puppet cat. He also likes to lie on the sofa waiting for someone to fluff it.

After a while, the sound of the hairdryer still sounded.

The warm wind blows through Chi Huan's scalp. It is warm and comfortable. The sofa is soft and the warm wind is comfortable. Chi Huan is not comfortable and tired. Plus the hypnotic effect of cold medicine, she is drowsy after a few minutes.

When the hair is completely dried, the man turns off the hair dryer, and she is asleep.

As soon as the sound of blowing stops, there is only a woman's quiet and even breath left in the air.Mo Shiqian looks down at the way she is lying quietly, sighs softly, and leans down to carry her back to bed.

The line of sight accidentally touched her white skirt's feet again.

The dark eyes slowly curled up. The feet were small and white. When he fell asleep, his toes curled up and his breath sank. He suddenly reached out and grasped one of the feet.

Her feet are cold, very cold, especially in the warm hands of men, especially cold.

Maybe it's the temperature that makes the sleeping Chi Huan feel comfortable, and she moans in a low voice, "HMM..."

He quickly took back his hand and looked at the long hair covered, frowning face. A few seconds later, he quickly picked her up.

Chi Huan didn't sleep deeply, but he didn't wake up safely.

"Mo is modest," she called vaguely

"Take you back to bed and rest."

Half asleep and half awake, she complained in a low voice, "you've seen me out..."

Mo Shiqian didn't speak.

She said vaguely, "you've taken advantage of me No other man has seen me out... "

Mo Shiqian, "..."

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The next morning, Chi Huan was awakened by the dazzling sunshine.

She murmured softly, then threw off the quilt and stretched freely on the soft big bed.

After a few seconds, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She sat up and looked down at herself.

Sweater, long skirt, she's sleeping in this?

Last night's memory surged into the memory in a second. When Chi Huan reacted, she had opened the quilt and stepped on the ground. As soon as the bedroom door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the floor window.

He stood against the light, and the light golden sunshine in the morning seemed to gild his figure.

The temperament is clear and meaningful, and the beauty is trance.

It was about hearing her. The man who was talking ended the conversation. He looked at her half way over his tall body. His voice was low. "Wake up?"

"Are you early or Last night? "